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About The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903 | View Entire Issue (Aug. 10, 1901)
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THB GREATEST SAL.B EVER HELD IN MNGOfeN
LOOM END SALE
THE SMiE FOR EC0tl0V0&i SHOPPERS
50 Cases of MILL ENDS, Short Lengths and Odd
Lots received during the past few days have been
marked and will be OFFERED FOR SALE at extraor
dinarily low prices.
SMiE COVMEHCES SKfURDJN, Mlfc. 0-
HERE'S A. SAMPLE ITEM.
Five cases of Wash Dress Goods in Loom Ends, Remnants and Short Lengths, all colors,
all designs, "worth regularly to 20c yd., all in one big lot, during our Loom End Sale. .
Hundreds of Other Such Bargains,
ONE OP THE NORTH MEN.
Fee The Courier.
When a man's whole life !b db voted to
the crucifixion of the flesh, what wi!l he
do with the arrant little animal which
we call a child? When a woman de
rates herself to the temple of her house,
prostrating herself upon its bare floors
before she will soil a snowy counter
pane with crease or wrinkle, how will
she welcome the dauby little fingers of
babies? It depends.
It Reverend James Mathiason had not
quoted Genesis to Eliza Ann, his wife,
it might have been different. Even a
leas discriminating person than his rev
erence would have noted Eliza's prefer
ence for self-immolation, and would have
forborne to exhort. But it was the
vocation of James Matthiason to tell
people of their obligations. When, at
a "revival" meeting, word was brought
to him that he was the father of twins,
the same respoeibility entered his soul as
when word came, after a "last warning"
that a member of his audience in hear
ing of the prophecy had fulfilled the
same by dying. It was an unusual ac
cess of the feeling that he was a shaper
of hsman destiny. Lines of patriarchs
with their wives and flocks stretched out
before hisaaind: they marched through
wildernesses, and their enemies fled be
fore them. That night he preached
with each, fervor that many fell on their
faces, though an old itinerant there
shook his gray locks and sighed:
'Fishers of men," be said to his gray
hatred wife beside him, "fishers of
men. Yon angler throws out his line,
and 'says, 'Bite or be damned!'" And
the two-iwgac to soothe a trio of round
cheeked little girls, who were crying at
the ahoBts and groans around them, and
the fierce accents before.
All unconscious, the lean young rider
stood, his 6inewy fingers shaking man
and woman and child over the fiery gulf
of perdition, his voice gathering fixed
ness as iho thpught began to form with,
in him that his own flesh and blood
must now suffer the inevitable chance
of a lost race.
The little twin was crying. Its moth
er heard it, as she lay quietly, with the
Btrong-flsted, healthy child at her side.
The pale, thin little thing in the other
room would not live, they had said. So
they had left it there. The mother
needed care, and the hearty child.
Eliza Ann lay very still, her eyes fixed
on the unpainted door, one black braid
slipping from under the white frill of
her cap. Now and then she tried to
push back the braid, then she lay still
and listened. The wail was very feeble.
It grew more and more faint, until it
From the opposite door came con
fused sounds; moving of dishes, opening
and shutting of drawers, stove lids
clanged clatteringly, and voices talked
together. Presently all became silent,
and the kitchen door opened a little
"We're going to have prayers now,
She did not turn her head, but closed
her eyes. A steady intonation from
the half opened door grew in distinct
ness. "If a man have a stubborn and rebel
lious son, which will not obey the voice
of bis father, or the voice of his mother,"
came word by word. Eliza could fancy
every movement of the long, thin lips.
"Then shall his father and bis mother
lay hold on him, and bring him to the
elders of his place"
The child at her side stirred. For a
moment she heard nothing.
"And all the. men of the city shall
stone him with stones that he die. So
shalt thou put evil away from you. And
all Israel shall hear, and fear."
The unction with which the last words
were uttered, sent a deeper pallor for a
moment into the strong face of the list
ener. She made a movement as if to
pull the patchwork counterpane over
her face. Then she shut her lips hard
and listened, in the pause, for a sound
from the bedroom on the other Bide. All
was still. Not the thinnest little plaint.
Dully her eyes rested on the door-latch,
the tiny squares of the window pane,
beyond which leafless apple trees were
Bhowing black streaks where the snow
that lay in the crotches trickled down
the grey bark.
Presently, in the kitchen, there was a
shoving of chairs over the bare floor,
and mechanically Eliza Ann closed her
eyes. When the long prayer ended, the
door was pushed quite open.
"Could you hear, Eliza Ann?"
"Yes." She did not turn her face,
which was toward the unpainted door.
"Eliza Ann" the man walked around
to the other side of the bed, facing his
wife, rested a Bible on the green head
board, and looked solemnly at the tiny
face in its folds of flannel,
"Eliza Ann, we've a duty laid upon ub
both, which the Lord will requirn at our
hands. Better that this child belike
the other, than that we should let it
grow up in stubbornness and rebellion."
The woman closed her eyes,
"Take it away," Bhe said slowly, as if
looking through the unpainted door.
Her husband opened the door, which
scraped on the threshold and stopped
half way. He pushed through, and the
mother heard him walk heavily across
the room. He came back quickly.
"Sary!" he called. A red head was
thrust in from the kitchen.
"Sary, you'd better get another blan
ket, and wrap this one up, and look
after it. It's breathin' natural." He
walked with the Bible out of the house.
"Sary" lifted the child, and looked
queerly from the stern face of the moth
er to the retreating form of the father,
as she passed through Eliza's room to
the kitchen stove where an old woman
sat. And the girl started, as she slip
ped the tiny bundle into the nurse's lap.
"I've seen a month-old baby with no
humaner eyes than them, granny. It
looks as it it knew"
"They docs know," muttered the crone,
holding the little bird-claws to the
grate. "Them that leaves a infant to
die, comes to it some day. That's gos
pel for him."
M. H. Wall, Helena, Montana, bad to
resort to a newspaper list of daily ar
rivals at hotels to learn where be was
staying yesterday, says the Chicago Kec-ord-Herald.
Ho walked into the Great r
Northern, and, approaching Clerk Ar
"Please give me the key to 840."
That room being occupied by a regu
lar boarder, the clerk suspected that a
mistake had been made.
"Why, I am sure this is my hotel.'"
said the Helena man. "I took a 'bus
when I arrived in town and came hero
by way of a boulevard."
Then the clerk scanned the list of ar
rivals in the newspaper and at length
found "M. H. Wall" in the column of
"That must be me," said the mac
"Thanks for helping me locate myself "
Young Huiband Yes, dear, you look
nice in that dress, but it cost a lot of
Young Wife Dick, dear, what do I
care for money when it is a question of
pleasing you? Tit-Bits.
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